What a fucking place Aya is. I’m not much of a guy for the exotic foods - Swedish Food Company was as foreign as it got for me, until I happened upon an old college mate one day who was clutching a Chicken Katsu curry to his chest. He told me about the deal they had with a free can of fizzy pop and a salad with every Katsu purchase. Made my first tentative trip to the IFSC branch in the company of Bandage and can safely say they were the best steps I ever took.
The katsu curry is sensational. Curry is provided in a separate vessel so can be added to the rice and chicken to your taste. The rice is lovely and fluffy, none of it is stuck together and it’s nice and warm. The chicken is the great lottery. Never worse than adequate but often scaling the dizzy heights of brilliance. There was nothing like the rolette of sitting down with your buddies at a lunch table, opening the styrofoam container and assessing who got the best portion of chicken. The thrill of the victory was matched only by the tingling fusion of exciting tastes that greets you on your first forkful.
You’d think that was everything but just as a league victory is sweeter when you’ve a cup tagged on, any lunch can be amplified by a dessert. The caramel slices that Aya sold in the IFSC were simply peerless. I’ve purchased caramel slices in large quantities over the years from my school on the Fingal Riviera right through to the odd DART snack from Tara Nova, but none have approached the quality available from Aya.
The highest compliment I can give Aya is to rank it second in my all time favourite lunch time snacks.
- Ballycasey Craft Centre, Ballycasey, Co. Clare
- Chicken curry ("half and half please Lilly).
- Tin of Club Rock Shandy
- Autumn crumble with a scoop of ice cream
- Aya, Mayor Street, Dublin 1
- Garden salad
- Chicken Katsu Curry
- Tin of Club Orange
- Caramel Slice
I’ll close here with the email I wrote to the good people of Aya when they shut their doors soon after I left the IFSC.
To whom it may concern
It has come to my attention that Aya will no longer be operating out of the IFSC, after a period of lengthy rennovation. I am writing to convey my dismay at such a decision, as the deli has provided me with many fine lunches over the past number of years.
I find it difficult to believe that the operation has been closed for business reasons as it seemed busy any time I frequented it. Perhaps the rent for such prime real estate was simply too much or some other factor contributed to its closure?
Either way the IFSC is much the poorer for Aya’s departure and I would certainly welcome any return of the deli in whatever guise in the future. I hope you will pass on my gratitude and that of my colleagues for the fine service we received from the staff there over the past years.
I have found it difficult to convey my dismay in words, as I find it hard to do justice to my enjoyment of your establishment. To that end I have composed a short poem below, and though a haiku would probably have been more fitting I am not yet sufficiently skilled at abbreviated poetry to express my feelings in such a format.
Aya Deli, Mayor Street, Dublin
A weary young man sits alone in Custom House Square
No park bench provided, so he fashions a seat there
On the cold, damp unforgiving concrete
Nothing much: just a place to rest his feet.
And though low on cash and late with his rent
The young student accountant is suitably content
For he holds an Aya bag tightly in his hands
A chicken katsu curry with a complimentary can,
And to top it all off a caramel slice
A little piece of heaven, a taste of paradise.
And then one day gone.
I curse the few times I ignorantly walked by ya,
My lunchtime love, my life, my Aya.
Best wishes for the future and thanks for the memories
Regards
Rocko